Smoke starter stories

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Simon was recruited to the Marlboro Youth Club (MYC) a few years back, and has recently been elevated to the Marlboro Men's Club (MMC).

He's always on the lookout for potential recruits. He lives for Marlboro, and recruiting non-smokers is a priority which drives him every moment of each day.

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Simon got chatting to the lad next to him. At first the conversation was about typical lad stuff. When the moment seemed right, Simon offered the lad a cigarette. He initially said he didn't smoke, but Simon was persuasive and he eventually took one, just to try.

Simon lit up the cigarette for his new 'friend' and taught him how to inhale gently. With good teaching, the lad got it and actually started to enjoy it.

The lads spent more time together and soon that 'one' cigarette turned into 3. Simon was well on his way to getting another lad hooked.

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Smoking stepbrothers

Jude and Sam never used to get on when their parents first married. But as they got older, they formed a closer bond. Both of them were gay but neither of them had come out to anyone else yet.

Jude had recently started smoking in secret. He was smoking in his room when he thought the house was empty. No one would be home for hours he thought. But suddenly, his stepbrother Sam walked in on him.

"What the fuck you doing Jude?" Asked Sam.

"Fuck, I didn't think you'd be home for hours." Jude replied.

"Well I'm home early and I can't believe you're smoking. You're supposed to be the healthy one, constantly moaning at my dad for smoking. When did you start?"

"Shit, erm about 6 weeks ago at a party with Jonny. He offered me one when I was drunk. Then he kept passing me one when we were out and then I just kept smoking until I got addicted. Please don't tell anyone Sam please."

"Don't worry bro, I won't say anything."

Sam came over and sat next to Jude. He thought his brother needed some company, plus he wanted to find out more about his smoking.

"You should've told me. You know we tell each other everything." Said Sam.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I thought I'd just be able to stop." Replied Jude.

"Well it's addictive isn't it. You've got to be stupid to have even tried it."

"Hey, don't call me stupid. I reckon you've been pretty stupid a few times yourself."

"What makes you say that?"

"I'm pretty sure I've smelled it on you after you've been out with Billy."

"Oh, well maybe I've tried it once or twice."

"Ha, I knew it. And here's you calling me stupid."

"Well I'm not the addicted one am I?"

"You sure about that? What would you do if I offered you a smoke right now?"

"Well er, I'd do it to keep you company haha."

With that, Jude put his cigarette to Sam’s lips. Sam inhaled.

"That wasn't a drag that someone takes when they've only smoked once or twice." Said Jude.

"Ok, maybe I've smoked a few more than that. I'm not addicted though." Replied Sam.

"That's what I told myself for weeks, but I just kept lighting up.Even stealing a few from your dad."

"Really? I suppose he smokes so much that he didn't notice."

"Yeah, that's what I figured."

"What is it you like about smoking then Jude? Why do you keep doing it?"

"Dunno really. I think I find it pretty hot when someone smokes."

"Really? I've gotta admit, it does give someone that extra erm, desirability."

"Where the fuck did you learn that word bro. You failed English haha."

"Fuck you. I still know stuff."

"Well, if you know stuff. Show me how you smoke a cig properly."

"No problem with that mate. Pass me one!"

Jude was feeling a little aroused at the thought of Sam smoking with him. He couldn't believe how easy it was for him to take one. But in reality, Sam actually wanted to smoke. Jude had finished his smoke, so he put a new one in Sam's mouth and lit it.

"See, no problem." Sam said as he exhaled.

"Yeah, you proved it. Maybe I'll join you." Replied Jude as he took out another cigarette.

"Another one already?"

"Yeah, why not. I'm not having you looking like the hot smoker in the family."

"Oh, you think I'm hot do you?"

"No erm, I just mean generally."

Both lads smiled as they enjoyed their smoke together. Although their feelings were wandering elsewhere.

"You finished that quick." Said Jude.

"I just enjoyed it, that's all." Replied Sam.

"Yeah, you dirty fucking smoker."

"Fuck off lad, you're the one who was caught."

"Yeah, but I'm harder than you."

"No you're not. You've not been the gym in weeks."

"Been keeping tabs on me have you?"

"Yeah, ya fucking melt!"

Sam then decided to wrestle Jude to prove who was strongest. Jude couldn't keep up and was overpowered. But in the commotion, he felt a stir not only in his own cock, but in Sam's too.

"Fine, you win." Said Jude.

"I told you. I've always been stronger." Replied Sam.

"Maybe, but I've got the brains. Plus I can smoke better."

"You want another one don't you?"

"Maybe, it just feels good tonight, don't you reckon?"

"Yeah, I must admit I'm enjoying it too."

Jude and Sam had another smoke. They sat closer this time but even though they didn't say anything, they could feel the electricity between them."

"Smoking suits you Sam." Said Jude.

"Yeah, you look good smoking too." Said Sam, worried that his words came out too quickly.

Jude paused to reply, but then said, "You wanna know another secret?"

"What, that you're gay?"

"Oh, how did you know?"

"I didn't until you just said, but I've had my suspicions for a while. And erm well, you're not the only one."

"Yeah, I guessed that when I felt your cock when we were wrestling."

"Ah, I suppose that was a bit of a giveaway haha. So you find smokers hot then?"

"Yeah, I do."

"I guess that means we'll end up smoking more often then."

Jude read into what Sam was saying, 'we'll smoke more often.' He took the opportunity to plant a kiss on Sam's lips.

"Was that wrong?" Asked Jude, nervous that he shouldn't be kissing his stepbrother.

"I don't know, but I liked it." Replied Sam.

"Yeah, I can tell from your huge cock sticking up in your pants."

"Haha, I'm not the only one tenting though. You're massive bro."

"Thanks, but we're gonna have to think about what we're gonna do next. I need to sort out this hard on."

"Err, you want some help with that?"

"Fucking right I do."

Sam and Jude got undressed quickly and started wanking each other off while both of them smoked. Jude got out his lube and rubbed it into Sam's arse and Sam into Jude's. It wasn't long before both of them were covered in cum and were laying back in bed kissing, and smoking a cigarette after their amazing sex.

Sam and Jude kept their relationship secret, but with them fucking each other, they were smoking more regularly and more often. Eventually, both lads ended up so addicted they couldn't hide it any more. Once they were discovered as smokers, they smoked freely and a pack a day was nothing to either of them. Especially as they would always encourage each other to smoke just that little bit more.

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The warehouse find

Lewis and Ryan were urban explorers who found an old abandoned tobacco warehouse. They ignored all the warning signs but went in anyway.

They entered a dark room. There was a weird smell, not very pleasant but there was something alluring about it. They wanted to find out what is was.

They looked through some of the old boxes. They were filled with thousands of packs of cigarettes.

They picked up a pack of cigarettes to look more closely. There was something strange about them and they opened the packs without thinking.

Neither of the lads smoke, but there was something in the air that tempted them to try just one. One would be fine, wouldn't it?

The lads finished their cigarettes and thought about leaving, but they decided to have just one more before they went. Neither knew why they were so tempted, but they knew they enjoyed it. A little indulgence is ok now and again isn't it?

Both Lewis and Ryan felt more compelled to stay and have just one more. But as soon as they finished a cigarette, they wanted another one straight away. They soon couldn’t help themselves. They just smoked one after another, going through pack after pack. Smoking more deeply each time. They couldn't get enough. They wondered if they would ever stop, but all they could focus on was smoking their next cigarette.

It didn't take long before they were smoking multiple cigarettes at once. The room filled with smoke as the empty packs piled up. They knew there was no escape, but at this point, they didn't care. All they felt was excitement knowing that there was plenty more boxes to open.

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The arrest and the gold chain

Police Constable Ryan Ellis had only been on the force for a few months. Fresh out of training, he took pride in doing everything by the book. His uniform was always immaculate, his hair neatly styled, and he believed every situation had a clear right and wrong.

One rainy evening, he was called to a disturbance on a residential street.

When Ryan arrived, he found a local scally named Jay leaning against a wall, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. Jay wore a shiny black tracksuit, heavy tattoos, and a thick gold chain around his neck. After a brief chase, Ryan caught him and placed him in handcuffs.

Despite the arrest, Jay remained surprisingly calm.

At the station, the interview began. Jay answered questions with an amused grin, occasionally cracking jokes that Ryan tried hard not to laugh at. Jay wasn't supposed to smoke, but did anyway and PC Ryan didn't have the skills yet to stop him.

Before the interview ended, Jay unclipped his heavy gold chain and slid it across the table.

"Go on," he said. "Just see what it looks like."

Ryan shook his head.

"I can't."

"You're only trying it on."

After a moment's hesitation, curiosity got the better of him. He lifted the chain and fastened it around his neck.

Jay laughed.

"See? Suits you."

Ryan caught his reflection in the interview room mirror. It looked completely out of place with his police uniform... yet somehow he couldn't stop smiling.

The chain stayed in Ryan's mind long after the interview ended.

Later that afternoon, he found himself absent-mindedly holding the chain that had been booked into evidence. He couldn't explain why it fascinated him so much, nor why he kept hold of it.

PC Ryan ended up putting it on and loosening his collar. He felt confident, cocky in fact as well as an urge he'd never felt before. He wanted to smoke and be like Jay. He thought about taking it off, but he didn't have the will power, so slowly but surely, he succumbed to the temptation to buy cigarettes and smoke.

The next morning, while driving his patrol car, he found himself still wearing the chain. He couldn't help but have a smoke.

During a quiet break, he wandered into a nearby barber's.

"Buzz cut?" the barber asked.

Not Ryan's normal, but he wanted to look hard.

"Yeah. Go on."

Minutes later, he stepped back onto the pavement with a freshly shaved head. Looking in the shop window, he barely recognised himself.

He lit a cigarette like he'd been smoking for years, smiling like he was the best person in the world.

Days later, Ryan reviewed Jay's case. Ryan decided that his offences were relatively minor, and after completing the paperwork, Jay was released.

Instead of walking away immediately, Jay asked Ryan for a lift home. Ryan accepted and they ended up getting on great.

"You kept the chain."

Ryan laughed.

"You were right—it does suit me."

Jay reached into his pocket, produced a fresh packet of cigarettes and held one out.

Ryan accepting it straight away. He'd been smoking a pack a day since he first started wearing the chain anyway.

Jay and Ryan are now good friends and have a mutually beneficial arrangement between them. Jay avoids all police trouble and Ryan is earning more money through Jay's dodgy dealings.

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Beach holiday

The first afternoon of the holiday was hot enough to keep everyone on the beach. Jake, with his short blond hair and blue swim shorts, wandered down to the sand. Before long he spotted another lad about his age—a stocky guy with a shaved head wearing black shorts—practising kick-ups on his own. He kicked the ball towards Jake who was initially surprised.

Jake picked the ball up.

"Fancy a game?" The lad (called Toby) said, while he smoked.

Jake grinned. "Go on then."

For the next hour they chased the ball across the beach, laughing whenever one of them miskicked it into the surf. By the end of the match they were like old mates.

They wandered away from the crowds to a quiet cove hidden behind the rocks. The waves crashed softly nearby as they sat in the shade talking about football, college and life back home. Time slipped by without either of them noticing.

Toby soon sparked up a cig. Despite being a non-smoker, Jake didn't mind as he enjoyed his company and even thought Toby looked pretty cool.

The conversation flowed and Toby started joking with Jake by blowing smoke into his face. Jake felt electricity between them. His cock was getting hard.

Toby noticed Jakes hard on and thought it would be good to get a little closer.

"You'd look hot smoking a cig mate." Said Toby

"You reckon?" Jake replied.

"Definitely, wanna try one?"

"Alright then, one won't hurt."

Toby placed a cig in Jakes mouth and sparked the lighter. Jake inhaled a little and surprised himself by not coughing.

The lads chilled by the sea for ages, both growing a deeper bond and smoking a few more cigarettes. Whilst neither of them made a move, they both felt the electricity between them. Jake couldn't believe he was smoking, but he enjoyed it especially with Toby.

The next morning, the lads met up again. Toby was quick to offer Jake a cigarette, who was equally quick to take one. They walked along the beach chatting and enjoying each others company, finally settling in a secluded spot by the sea where they could smoke in privacy, which was vital as Jake's family wouldn't approve if they saw him.

The following day Jake spent some time with his family. He had a nice time but missed Toby. Thankfully it wasn't too long before he was free again.

Jake and Toby met again a bit later and smoked in secret for the rest of the day. Jake passed some money to toby to buy more cigs.

The day ended in a quiet park overlooking the sea. They sat on a bench, swapping stories and jokes while the sun disappeared below the horizon. Their conversation wandered from favourite football teams to plans for the future, and before long they found themselves laughing at memories they'd only made a day earlier.

Jake found he was enjoying the cigarettes almost as much as spending time with Toby, and their relationship was getting more and more intimate.

Later that night, they found a secluded spot and fucked each other while smoking.

Jake got back to the hotel quite late, but fortunately didn't bother his family. The next day he got a shower and spoke with his family for a while before sneaking out again. He had felt the cravings for smoke and needed to see Toby.

Jake met Toby desperate for a smoke. They hugged and Toby sparked them both up. They chatted with each other and then fucked each other, still smoking. Deepening Jakes habit further.

They stood watching the last light fade across the water, smiling as they talked about everything that had happened during the week. What had started as a chance football match on the beach had become an unexpected relationship—one they both promised to keep going long after the holiday had ended.

They had one final fuck session, both lads hot and sweaty as they sparked up. Jake admitted to himself that he was now addicted to smoking, proving it by smoking 2 cigs at once. Toby just laughed and passed Jake a pack to take home with him.

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The prize

Sean and Ben were roommates at college who entered a competition online. To their surprise, they won. It was a 3 week all inclusive holiday to a woodland retreat. It came at the perfect time at the start of summer. They were both excited as they had never experienced anything like this before. The packed their bags and went to the resort.

Their bedroom was luxurious with a constant supply of free snacks and beers in their room. They were surprised that there was a ashtray as neither of them smoked, but ignored it and looked foward to the next 3 weeks of relaxation. They went to the dining room and the food was amazing. The staff waited on them, keen to please and never stopped offering them more food.

With their plates finished, the lads patted their full bellies. They couldn't believe how much great food they'd eaten. Strangely, the waiter then offered them a complimentary cigar. They thought they may as well try one,just for the full experience of their prize holiday.

Back in their room, the lads relaxed and surprised themselves by eating the replenished snacks and drinking even more beer. They both joked about enjoying their first ever cigar.

The next day started with a huge breakfast, followed by some time in the sauna. They were totally relaxed and couldn't think of anything better to clear their minds. Thankfully their bloated bellies were just temporary and their usual muscular bodies were still in tact. They were treated to some time in the hot tub after lunch too.

That evening they had another huge private dinner, followed by another cigar. As they were the prize winners, the lads could wear what they liked in their own private dining room so took their tops off to make more space for the food. They were having the time of their lives. They relaxed in their room with a couple more beers that night.

The lads joked about their amazing time so far and the next day followed exactly the same. They ate as much as they could, smoked a cigar after dinner and drank beers all day long.

On the 4th day they ate lunch in the billiard room. The waiter wondered if they wanted another cigar and gave them the humidor so they could help themselves. The lads had another cigar as it was free and saw no harm in more indulgence.

With access to the humidor, the lads got a bit greedy over the next few days. They started smoking in their room, in the hot tub and sometimes even had 2 during dinner when the waiter kept offering them. They really enjoyed smoking cigars.

The rest of the holiday the lads continued to indulge. The bloat they had after every meal was getting harder to shift and the lads were now noticeably fatter. They hadn't really noticed their bellies getting bigger though, or at least they didn't care due to the pleasure they were both feeling. They also smoked cigars more often, during walks, in their rooms and in the hot tub, as well as the many times after eating. Even in their room they had deliveries of extra food.

It was soon time to leave. The lads took a cigar and smoked it on the way out. They were so happy and relaxed and didn't want to leave, but they knew they had to face getting back to reality. Both were now pretty big but didn't think much of it and planned to exercise when they got back to their dorm.

Back in their dorm, the lads were miserable. They had spent too long smoking cigars and eating as much food as they wanted. All they could think about was smoking, eating and drinking.

The plan for gym went out the window. Instead they decided to treat themselves to some cigars and a takeaway. They both realised that this was their new life now and they were happier that way.

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The swimmers date

For Callum, life was measured in lengths of a pool and pages of a textbook. His alarm buzzed every morning at five, summoning him to the freezing, chlorine-scented air of the university leisure center. By sunrise, his shoulders would scream from thousands of meters of freestyle. By nightfall, his eyes would ache under the harsh fluorescent lights of the library. He was a champion in the making, disciplined, clean-cut, and utterly exhausted.

But on one rainy Friday night, the pressure cooker of his routine finally hissed. Giving into a rare impulse, Callum decided to let his hair down. He bypassed his usual early bedtime, swapped his tracksuit for a fitted black t-shirt, and walked into The Anchor, a bustling, dimly lit bar near the docks.

That was where he saw Tom.

Tom was sitting by the jukebox, radiating a magnetic, effortless cool. He was a scally-looking lad, wearing a dark track jacket, a thin gold chain resting against his collarbone, and a pair of faded joggers. He had short, cropped hair, a sharp jawline dusted with stubble, and eyes that seemed to find Callum instantly.

When their eyes locked, Tom gave a slow, crooked smirk. Callum’s heart did a flip that had nothing to do with cardio.

Within an hour, they were talking. Tom’s accent was thick and melodic, his laugh infectious. There was an edge to him, a streetwise confidence that Callum, in his sheltered academic world, found utterly intoxicating. By midnight, Tom pulled Callum close. The kiss was sudden, hungry, and electric. Callum’s hands gripped Tom’s waist, pulling the scally lad flush against him.

"Come back to mine," Tom whispered against Callum’s lips, his breath warm in the cool night air. They waited for a taxi, where for the first time, Tom smoked in front of Callum. As a non-smoker and top class swimmer, this was new for Callum, but Tom was something special that he wasn't going to miss out on.

Tom’s room was a rented bedsit, small and cluttered, smelling of cedarwood cologne and slightly of smoke. Tom sat on the edge of the unmade bed, pulled a pack of Marlboro reds from his pocket, and flicked a silver lighter.

Callum blinked, momentarily hesitant. As an athlete, smoking was a cardinal sin. But watching Tom inhale, the ember casting a warm orange glow over his sharp features, Callum found him incredibly hot. The way the smoke curled around Tom's lips, the lazy, relaxed way he held the cigarette between his knuckles—it was effortlessly sexy.

Then they kissed again, Callum could taste the smoke on Tom's lips. Callum was surprised that he didn't mind, probably because Tom was so hot.

Tom poured two glasses of cheap cider. He smoked another cigarette and they both lay back on the bed topless.

Tom was chatting and laughing, before looking at Callum with a playful glint in his eye. He tapped a fresh cigarette from the pack and offered it to the swimmer.

"Want one?" Tom teased gently. He blew a little smoke at Callum.

Callum hesitated. His lungs were his livelihood. But looking at Tom, so beautiful and relaxed in the hazy light, Callum wanted nothing more than to strip away his own rigid boundaries. He took the cigarette.

Tom leaned in, his hand cupping the flame of the lighter to shield it. Their eyes locked as Callum inhaled. He coughed slightly, the harsh warmth hitting his throat, but Tom just chuckled softly, rubbing Callum’s thigh. "Take it easy. Like this." Tom demonstrated. Callum tried again, inhaling the rich, smoky taste. A sudden, pleasant lightheadedness washed over him. They sat close on the bed, sharing the smoke, their laughter turning into soft, lingering kisses that tasted of tobacco and sweet cider.

They met up again at a trendy, crowded bar in the city center. When Tom slipped outside for a cigarette, Callum followed him into the cool night. Without a word, Tom pulled a cigarette from his pack and slid it between Callum’s lips, clicking his lighter. Callum accepted it without hesitation this time, drawing the smoke deep into his lungs as he sat back in his chair, watching Tom admire his athletic frame.

Callum still worked hard. He still woke up at five, his morning swims a little harder now, the taste of chlorine in his mouth contrasting sharply with the memory of Tom's smoky kisses. But his mind was constantly drifting. He wanted to be with Tom, sending messages to each other all the time.

As the weeks bled into a blur of romance, they became inseparable. They spent their afternoons exploring the warm coastline. On a lovely Tuesday, they lay together on the beach. Tom pulled Callum into his side, lighting two cigarettes at once and handing one to Callum.

Laying on the sand, Callum took a deep drag, the warm smoke mixing with the salty sea air. He leaned his head on Tom’s shoulder. Smoking had become their shared ritual, an intimate bond that set Callum free from the heavy expectations of his swimming career.

They spent nights tucked into the back terrace of cozy pubs, talking about their lives over pints and a shared ash tray. Callum’s tolerance grew; he no longer coughed, matching Tom puff for puff, loving the way their fingers brushed whenever they passed the lighter back and forth.

One evening, after a long study session, Tom met Callum outside the university library. They went to the nearby newsagents. On the way out Tom reached into his track jacket and slid a fresh, unopened blue pack of cigarettes into Callum’s hand, along with a sleek black lighter.

"A little present," Tom said, kissing Callum’s cheek. "For when I’m not around to light them for you."

Later that night, stuck in his quiet student room, Callum couldn't focus on his anatomy textbook. He desperately missed the sound of Tom’s voice, the rough touch of his hands. He looked at the pack on his desk.

With a smile, Callum opened his window, letting the cool night air drift in. He slid a cigarette out, lit it, and sat on the windowsill. As he exhaled a thick cloud of smoke into the dark sky, he felt a warm rush of comfort. It tasted like Tom. It felt like love.

As the seasons shifted, their habits grew, but so did their devotion. They began spending almost every night together in Tom’s cozy room, the air thick with the haze of their shared cigarettes and the warmth of their laughter. They smoked while listening to music, they smoked in the quiet mornings before Callum’s practice, and they smoked wrapped in each other's arms after making love.

Callum’s world was no longer just about lap times and grades. It was about the boy with the crooked smile, the smell of tobacco on his clothes, and a love that was as deep, heavy, and intoxicating as the smoke they shared.

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It was only supposed to be that once

Jay was always into sports. He would train every day so that he could play professionally when he was older. But one night it just happened. In some rare down time, a mate passed him a vape when they were drinking. Jay enjoyed it that night but planned to never vape again.

When he got together with his mates again 3 days later, the vape was passed to Jay and he was excited to try it again. Then the next day after that and eventually, one of his mates passed him a vape to keep.

Jay ended up vaping every day and found it hard to put down, but Jay still trained hard and kept his vaping secret from his team mates and coaches.

One night at another mates house, Jay's vape ran out. This mate smoked cigarettes and offered Jay one. Jay was hesitant at first but soon felt the cravings and accepted - it was only one and it would do no harm he though. But smoking real cigarettes felt amazing, so Jay decided that he'd buy just one pack and it would be fine, then he'd stop.

That one pack turned into 2, then 5 and now Jay is smoking his way through his 3rd pack this week. He couldn't believe what he'd done to himself, but he realised he was too addicted to stop. He lay back on his bed and decided to chill out and make the most of it. Eventually he'd have to tell others about his new habit, but for now he was just enjoying his ever increasing cigarette consumption.

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Off to Uni?

Once the exams were over, Oliver felt as though his whole life was mapped out.

He had the grades to study economics at university. His parents were proud, his teachers expected great things, and he imagined himself moving into student accommodation in September. The only thing left to do was earn some money over the summer.

A local construction company needed labourers.

"It'll only be for a few months," he told himself.

On his first morning, Oliver stood outside the site office in clean work boots and a freshly ironed hoodie, clutching a new pair of gloves. The site manager introduced him to the gang he'd be working with.

There was Mick, a bricklayer in his thirties who had seen just about everything on building sites. Around him were four young labourers about Oliver's age. They were loud, confident, covered in dust before breakfast and seemed to know everyone.

Oliver couldn't have looked more out of place.

His careful accent, neat clothes and plans for university made him an easy target.

"So you're off to uni after this then?" one of them laughed.

"You'll last about two days."

Every mistake brought another joke. He struggled to keep up, carried materials the wrong way and spent half the day wondering whether they were laughing with him or at him.

The days felt much longer than he'd expected.

The following week he turned up with a much shorter haircut.

It wasn't a big change, but somehow it made him look less like the sixth-form student he'd been a few days earlier.

At morning break, the lads stood together beside a stack of bricks, talking about football, nights out and cars.

Oliver hovered nearby, unsure whether to join in.

One of them pulled a packet of cigarettes from his pocket.

"Want one?"

Oliver hesitated.

"I've never..."

The others looked over.

"It's up to you."

After a moment, he took it.

He coughed through the first few drags, making everyone laugh, but this time the laughter felt different. Someone showed him how to hold it properly, another patted him on the shoulder, and before long they were talking as though he'd always been there.

It was the first time he genuinely felt included.

As the weeks passed, Oliver stopped bringing packed lunches and started walking to the café with everyone else.

He picked up the same slang.

He bought work hoodies instead of the expensive clothes he'd worn before.

By Friday afternoons they all piled into the pub after work, swapping stories about impossible jobs, difficult customers and plans for the weekend.

The conversation about university slowly disappeared.

He found himself looking forward to Monday mornings more than he'd expected.

The work was hard, but there was something satisfying about seeing walls rise, roofs go on and houses slowly take shape.

More importantly, he'd found friends.

When September came, Oliver didn't move into halls.

Instead, he arrived on site before seven every morning, wearing muddy boots, a battered high-vis vest and a hoodie that looked like everyone else's.

The other lads greeted him with grins.

"Thought you'd come to your senses," one joked.

Oliver laughed.

"So did I."

He picked up his gloves, joined the group and walked towards the day's job.

The summer job he'd planned as a temporary stop had quietly become the life he'd chosen.

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The apprentice

On his first Monday morning, nineteen-year-old Liam stood outside his parents' house wearing brand-new work boots that still squeaked when he walked. He had just started an apprenticeship with a local construction company, and he was more nervous than he wanted to admit.

At exactly 6:15 a.m., a white company van rolled up outside.

Behind the wheel was Dave, a bricklayer in his late thirties with years of experience and an easy-going manner. His hands were rough from decades on site, and his laugh was loud enough to fill the cab. Resting in the cup holder was a packet of cigarettes. Before they had even reached the dual carriageway, Dave had the driver's window cracked open and a cigarette between his fingers.

"Early starts get easier," he said with a grin, exhaling smoke out into the cool morning air.

At the yard they picked up Callum, another apprentice. Callum was only a year older than Liam but had already been with the company for nearly twelve months. He knew where everything was kept, joked with the tradesmen, and seemed completely at home on site.

He climbed into the van carrying an energy drink and another packet of cigarettes.

"Morning," he said. "Busy one today."

As the weeks passed, Liam learned quickly. Dave showed him how to mix mortar properly, measure accurately, and never rush a job that needed doing well. Callum taught him the little tricks nobody wrote down—how to organise tools, how to keep materials dry when the weather turned, and how to avoid carrying more than you needed.

Tea breaks became part of the daily routine. Mugs of tea in one hand and cigarettes in the other. Dave and Callum usually sat together chatting about football, holidays, and whatever job was coming next.

Liam would sit nearby with his tea, listening to the conversations.

One rainy afternoon, after a particularly long shift, Dave held out his packet.

"Fancy one?" he asked casually.

Liam shook his head.

"Nah, I'm alright."

"No worries."

Nothing more was said.

A few days later the same thing happened.

Then again the following week.

It never felt like pressure. It was simply part of the routine around him.

Eventually, after a frustrating day spent hauling blocks in the rain, Liam hesitated.

"...Go on then."

Dave handed him a cigarette while Callum flicked open a lighter.

Liam coughed almost immediately.

The other two laughed—not cruelly, but because they'd seen the same reaction plenty of times before.

"Told you," Callum said. "Nobody gets it right first time."

Liam didn't think much about it afterwards.

But a week later he accepted another. Then another a few days after that. Then Liam started accepting a cigarette in the van to and from work too.

Before long he found himself joining Dave and Callum during every break, cigarette in hand as they talked about weekend plans or watched forklifts moving around the yard.

It happened so gradually that he barely noticed the change. What had started as curiosity quietly became part of his working day.

Then came the after work drinks where the 3 of them would have a couple of smokes after a hard days graft.

Another week had passed.

Liam grew into the apprenticeship and got his hair cut. His brickwork became straighter, his confidence improved, and Dave trusted him with more responsibility. Callum had become one of his closest mates, and the three of them spent hours together travelling between jobs in the van.

Not really noticing, Liam was now smoking about 5-6 a day as Dave and Callum were always keen to keep offering him a cigarette.

One night at home, Liam was on edge. He really wanted to smoke but didn't have any. He realised that he had been smoking so often that he'd become addicted. He wondered whether to fight it or accept it.

A few minutes later Liam decided to go out and buy his own, smoking one on the way home and then another in his bedroom too.

Now that Liam was buying his own cigarettes, he was smoking all the time. The van was now always filled with smoke and the after work drinks were constant chaining cigarettes between the 3 of them. Liam

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Dads influence

Dad had always been a heavy smoker and drinker. He always said that I would grow up to be like him, but I always worked out and tried to stay healthy. We did have a good bond though, watching sports on the TV was what brought us together every night.

One night, I talked to dad about his smoking, saying that he was smoking a lot. He told me that I should stop moaning unless I'd actually tried it. What he didn't know was that I'd actually tried it a few times with mates in college.

A beer later, dad suggested that I just try a cigarette. I was a bit hesitant, but I'd been secretly wanting one for a while now.

Dad smiled as I smoked with him. I felt a bit of relief, but I planned to just have a couple and then quit. I was still health conscious and wanted to do well in my sports studies at college.

Dad and I enjoyed our evenings together. It became a bit of a ritual, watching TV, drinking beer and smoking. I must admit, I've started to get a bit lazy and my grades are slipping, maybe I'll stop smoking and get back to working hard? Not tonight though, I'm having a good time with dad.

I never did manage to stop smoking, in fact I've ended up smoking more. I did pass my sports studies course, just, but never ended up using it. I ended up as a delivery driver with my own van. It is a decent enough job but the temptation to smoke all day and night is growing. I've got some tattoos now, which dad suggested I get. He's so proud of me.

Working all day means that I hardly go the gym any more and I've decided to grow my beard a bit too. I think I've put on a a bit of weight, I don't mind though really. I'm just enjoying myself.

I remember a few years ago my dad saying that I'd end up just like him. I looked in the mirror today and saw myself. Fat, lazy and totally addicted to smoking. I'm happy, but I guess he knew me better than I knew myself.

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My boyfriend loved to see me smoke. I didn't even smoke when we met, but he kept offering one to me. When I eventually took one, he would be really affectionate, so I started smoking a little more often. Soon, every time I smoked, he would give me a massage and rub my whole body up and down, I got so aroused I would smoke cigarette after cigarette. Now I smoke all the time and he loves how dependent on cigarettes he's made me.

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The footballer part 3

Shane and Jay got closer and ended up sleeping together, Their smoking had seriously increased and were now smoking in bed. They were always surrounded by cigarettes.

They were also smoking on the way to training. They couldn't help smoking all the time.

During training, they both desperately wanted to smoke.

At the end of their training session, they couldn't help but light up.

Coach wasn't happy and suspended them for 2 weeks to sort themselves out.

Instead of going home, Shane and Jay decided to go out for a drink. They met a man who looked familiar. He offered them a cigarette.

Shane and Jay realised that this was the 'smoking man' who got them started.But rather than being mad, they just laughed and realised that they were happier now and loved smoking. They walked home knowing that they were never giving up.

They spent the next 2 weeks falling deeper into their smoking addiction and deeper for each other.

They were never without a cigarette and were now so addicted, smoking multiple cigarettes was common for them. They never played football professionally again and never been happier.

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The footballer part 2

Shane woke up the next day and couldn't believe he'd smoked a whole pack of cigarettes last night. He had training in the morning and as promised, he wasn't going to smoke again. Training went well and he felt his normal self.

On the way home, Shane stopped at some traffic lights. Next to him was a guy smoking. The guy looked familiar and just smiled at Shane. Who was he? Wondered Shane. As he drove off, Shane suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to smoke. He tried to ignore it, but it was too much. Shane decided that he could just buy one more pack to get over these urges. Surely they would subside after just one more he thought. Shane got the new pack and sparked up straight away driving home.

When Shane got home, he was chilling on the sofa and decided he could have just one more cigarette. But the cravings kept coming and he ended up smoking again and again. His inhales were now deeper and longer.

The next few days the same thing happened. He'd go training and promise himself he wouldn't smoke, but found himself buying cigarettes again and smoking all evening. Shane ended up buying a carton.

One night there was a knock at the door. One of his teammates had come to visit.

His teammate Jay came in, initially shocked to find Shane smoking, but told Shane that he couldn't remember what he did last night and he felt really strange. When Shane offered Jay a cigarette, he took it without thinking.

Shane and Jay smoked all night together. They realised that they both had the same missing memory of an evening and afterwards they both wanted to smoke. It was strange, but they both enjoyed smoking so didn't stop.

Shane and Jay spent more time together and smoked almost non-stop. They became close mates. They kept their habit secret though. They didn't want their teammates or coach finding out.

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The footballer

Shane was a pro footballer. He had huge success on the field.

Walking home after training one night, he passed a man smoking next to a bar. Shane didn't like smoking so planned to walk right past.

The smoking man said hello and wanted to chat to Shane. Being polite, Shane chatted for a little while.

Suddenly, the smoking man blew smoke right into Shane's face. He felt dizzy and his mind went blank.

Shane woke up standing next to the smoking man down an alleyway. He didn't remember how he got there or what he was doing. The smoking man was being friendly and told Shane that he found him collapsed. Shane, still confused listened to the smoking man and trusted him. The smoking man offered Shane a cigarette to calm down.

Not knowing what was going on, Shane accepted a cigarette. He couldn't even remember if he smoked or not, but felt like he should listen to the man who he thought was helping him.

Shane enjoyed smoking with the man. He seemed really friendly and helpful. He still felt confused though.

Shane woke up the next morning not remembering what happened last night. He had a headache and felt strange, like a darkness had fallen over him.

Shane tried to go about his business that day. He went to the gym to try to feel normal. It didn't work, something kept bothering him.

On the way home, he passed a newsagents. He felt an overwhelming urge to go in and buy a pack of cigarettes. He decided to just see if that would help.

Outside, he couldn't wait to open the pack and smoke one. It was instant pleasure.

Back home, he felt normal again and went about his day. He still couldn't remember last night but the rest of his memories had now returned. He was looking forward to football training again and didn't plan to smoke ever again.

Later that evening, Shane was chilling on the sofa. A strange urge came over him. He wanted another cigarette. Shane was worried that it would affect his football, but decided that one more wouldn't hurt.

With nothing else to do that evening, Shane fell into a trance. He didn't stop with one cigarette like he planned, he kept smoking cigarette after cigarette. He just couldn't help himself. He realised he loved smoking, but still planned to stop when he ran out.

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The barbers

Luke needed a new haircut. His mate who had recently started smoking suggested a new place in town. From the outside it looked fine, but once inside he wondered if he'd chosen the right place. The barber was smoking! It was too late to leave though, he had already started cutting. It won't be long thought Luke, he didn't like smoking.

Luke asked for just a trim, but the barber cut way too much. Luke wasn't sure at first, but soon started to like it.

Luke's hair was done and the barber sparked up another cig. Luke didn't like the smell at first, but he got used to it. In fact, he started to like it. He started to feel a bit cocky with his new haircut too.

Luke left feeling good. He'd not felt this good in a long time. He walked out of the barbers knowing that he'd been to the right place. Now he had to decide where he would go.

As Luke walked down the street, he could smell the smoke on his clothes. Something came over him and he wanted to try smoking himself. Just one pack to try he thought.

Luke sparked up a smoke like he'd done it many times before. That first inhale was amazing and Luke new he was going to like smoking. He thought he might go to the shops to buy new gear.

Luke bought many more cigarettes and smoked all the time now. He only wore tracksuits and had turned into a chav, drinking beer instead of actually doing any work. He recommended the barbers to one of his mates.

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The lads were best mates and did everything together. One of them stole some cigarettes from their Dad and they all tried smoking. The next week another lad took a pack of cigarettes from their older brother and they all smoked again. Little by little, they kept getting hold of more cigarettes until they were smoking a few cigs every day. It wasn't long until they were all addicted and smoking all the time. They loved it and knew how tough they looked.